pieces of myself (scatter in the wind)
Wounded Masquerade
Just the falling
A slow, deliberate descent
Into the soft, cold dark
Never enough
Never quite whole
Just a slow, heavy pull
Dragging me down
There’s a dull echo inside
Just the echo
Again
This burden. They say, is mine to carry
But my shoulders are tired
Bones screaming
Under the weight of what’s missing
And all I can do
All I can do is stand here
Watching pieces of myself
Scatter in the wind
Unable to gather them
Into anything resembling me
Just a silhouette against a closing door
Always a gap, a fault line
Running through everything I touch
And all I can do is stand here
Watching pieces of myself
Scatter in the wind
Unable to gather them
Into anything resembling me
A whisper in the quiet, a relentless echo
Telling me I'm not enough, not quite whole
Never were, never will be